Woodrow Wilson, the 28th President
of the United States (1913 to 1921), was suspected of having Freemasonry as well as
religious and racist sympathies. His possible Masonic connection has been recorded
as “unknown Mason status” regarding lodge membership, but he may well have been sympathetic
to the lies of Masonry and used its tenuous political connections to secure the nomination
for the Democratic party.

Wilson
served as president of the prestigious Princeton University (1902-1910), which had
its own secret societies. In fact, from my recent online tour of the university, it
was clear that Rockefeller exerted considerable influence as a benefactor and that
Masonic and occult symbols openly adorn much of this university facade. Wilson could
not have been ignorant of their meanings. Either he closed his eyes, preferring to
remain silent during this major period in his academic career, or he was in fact looking
at the political openings that were unfolding before him, and which would eventually
take him all the way to the White House, which offers its own prizes and perils.

On
a personal note, both James and myself agree that regardless of how famous you have
been in your profession or trade, you are quickly forgotten after your demise. This
was proven to me when I visited my local library to see what information they might
have on President Wilson. To my amazement, they had nothing on his life in their online
catalogue or on the shelves, even in the locked away, out-of-sight reserved stock!

Woodrow
Wilson was born in 1856, the son of a Presbyterian pastor. His mother suffered from
hypochondria and even managed to convince her son that he too suffered from assorted
mysterious illnesses; he later discovered that he was as healthy as any child of his
age, as far as he knew.

Later,
and always highly ambitious, he would find his niche in the fields of education and
politics, the last being his forte as a public speaker.

Like
so many candidates before and after polling day, Wilson would promise electors the
world and all its riches if they marked his name on the ballot paper. Yet, once installed
in the White House, his manipulation of democracy would be based and built on deceit,
apparently in both his first and second terms. Of course, these talents still flourish
today quite openly.

When
Wilson surprisingly won the presidential nomination in 1912, the emerging “new world
order” was in an embryonic stage. Regarding the man’s personality, it seems he suffered
“fits of depression” and “sudden baffling illnesses.” He was referred to as “an ingrate
and a liar,” and even his long-suffering press secretary remarked that: “He is a good
hater.” He was also stubborn and seldom forgave those who saw events differently from
him. “In public Wilson was stiff and formal. 13 it seems was his lucky number.” Superstition
is always dangerous to those who promote and practice accordingly, without understanding
its dangers.

It
may be that Wilson was being played to dance to the tune of the “masters” of the new
world order, who then (as now) were calling the proverbial “shots” in this fallen
world. Perhaps he was unaware of what was ultimately expected of him, foolishly believing
that he himself had set the political agenda in pre-war Europe. Even today, in any
political arena, powerful financial backers expect powerful rewards, and few political
campaigns are ever pristine.

Colonel
Edward Mandell House was a small, thin, retiring Texan who always talked in almost
a whisper. The title “Colonel” was an honorary one, it seems. Edward House had been
lurking around the darker side of the corridors of power in Texas and beyond for a
very long time, always learning and listening. “A master at understanding men,” writes
Margaret McMillan of House. Another description of him reads: “An intimate man even
when he was cutting your throat.” Today he would be known as a globalist or a one-world
man. There also appears to be some confusion about his suspected Jewish genes. (Rumours
also surfaced that Wilson’s correct name was Wolfson; again it’s hard to confirm or
deny these anti-Semitic statements.)

When
House’s path crossed with Wilson’s in 1911, I suspect he became the point man for
the Masonic Illuminati agenda (this popular expression is part of the Illuminati’s
so-called code-speak, such as Bush’s “thousand points of light,” spoken with pride
some years ago by the former President).

A
few years later, at the war’s end in 1918, the world would see the arrival of the
doomed League of Nations that Wilson had been so devoted to, installing its message
into the American way of life.

In
this, he would fail miserably, at the cost of his health. In 1945, the treaty would
later resurface as the United Nations, another lamentable godless title. Wilson once
wrote in a speech, prepared by himself or crafted for him: “Light [that word again]
is the only thing that can sweeten our political atmosphere.” This certainly sounds
like a secret reference to the Illuminati and its influence in the world today. So
many of these secret societies are akin to an organised religion, and religion (rather
like a crime) must pay for its keep to succeed, something certainly true today, even
with the technology of the 21st century.

It
is claimed that some groundwork was laid on the aptly named “Jekyll Island” in 1910
when seven or eight powerful men controlling 25% to 30% of the earth’s wealth arrived
on the island to forge their agenda. Their efforts would fashion the coming needs
of the 20th century through the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR), Rhodes and Round
Table membership. Later additions to this cartel would be the Bilderberg Group and
the Trilateralists, as well other unaccommodating secret societies.

"Colonel"
House is typical of those anonymous, handpicked breed of men used by brokers of power
and privilege to carry out their “world programme” for the rest of us. Later, with
Wilson safely ensconced in Washington, House would have a prepared suite of rooms
at his disposal in the North Wing of the White House. He seems to have moved along
the corridors almost like a ghost, a place where plenty of wandering spirits pervade
the building constructed by black slaves years earlier (some have suggested the building
be demolished brick-by-brick because of this history).

Twenty
years later, President Franklin Roosevelt would also use such a man for his own purpose.
In Roosevelt’s case, it was Harry Hopkins who enjoyed a free stay at the White House
until 1943. As the president’s chosen eyes and ears in the world, he certainly knew
where many of the proverbial bodies were buried in the land of FDR.

From
1913 to 1921, House was at Wilson’s side during those pre- and post-war years (strange
times) and the president, it seems, adored the man. He would later write of him: “Mr.
House is my second personality, he is my independent self, his thoughts and mine are
as one.” However, all of this changed when House returned to the U.S. from Paris and
Wilson learned that he had watered down the League of Nations blueprints for some
reason. I’m not sure why, but the relationship between the two men gradually declined
from then on. One possibility is that the second Mrs Wilson was jealous of the open
affection her husband had for House (this may be true, as wives don’t like to compete
for their husbands affections, of course). Wilson’s first wife Ellen had died in 1914
in the White House.

Earlier,
for the purpose of preparing a workable blueprint for what would later be christened
“Wilson’s 14 principles,” an ad hoc group of 150 so-called experts were prepared and
initiated by “Colonel” House to do the spadework before the finished treaty was ready
for signing in Paris. The chosen group were to be known as “The Inquiry.” A strangely
coded title, I suggest, that perhaps House mischievously devised himself!

The
“CFR” emerged, very much House’s baby, and then evolved into the gruesome think tank
that today dominates many political initiatives and intrigues. Wouldn’t the “Colonel”
be proud of how his infant has grown to “maturity” in the 21st century?

Power and its pursuit always
come at a price. In Wilson’s case, it seems that during the Paris talks in 1919, he
suffered, according to all evidence available, “a thrombosis in his brain” after a
violent argument with Prime Minister Lloyd George. Yet, he later found the strength
to visit Pope Benedict XV, the first U.S. president to do so, apparently. Even today,
many a home-bound president will swing around to visit the Vatican either for business
or a “blessing,” and one can only wonder why and for whose benefit this ritual is,
because no president since Kennedy has been a member of the Catholic church.

Incidentally, during Wilson’s
12 months or longer in the UK, he lost all sight in one eye. On advice from a particular
party, he would walk 14 miles a day, until amazingly his full sight was restored!

The
final years

President
Wilson suffered a serious illness during a speaking engagement in September of 1919,
near St. Louis, Missouri. Within days, he would return to the White House a sick and
disillusioned man. A week later, a massive stroke left him partly paralysed. He never
effectively functioned as president again. After that, he laid between life and death
for several days. Yet he once remarked to a member of his cabinet: “I am willing to
compromise on anything except the Ten Commandments.”

Amazingly,
for the rest of Wilson’s elected term, his wife would sign or initial state papers
and consult with cabinet members during his illness, and apparently nobody would contradict
or obstruct her in her unconstitutional efforts. As Gene Smith writes in his book
about this unique period in American history: “In later years it was said that the
First Lady was the first woman President of the United States.” He may well be right
in his assessment of the unusual situation in the White House. The president, now
unable to function physically, would instead prefer to spend hours alone watching
old newsreels of himself arriving in Paris and signing the Treaty at Versailles, and
being adored by so many, but now sadly alone with his memories and regrets.

I
read somewhere (I can’t remember who said it) that a visitor some years ago mistakenly
wandered past the bedroom the president had then occupied so long ago but now used
for storage purposes. She claimed to hear the whir of a silent film projector coming
from behind the locked door. As I said previously, the building is probably riddled
with unclean spirits, and it didn’t help matters when a previous president’s wife
is alleged to have held séances in the White House some years ago to conjure up the
ghosts of the wives of past presidents. All of this is strictly forbidden in the Bible!

After
leaving the White House in 1922, the Wilsons retired to a suburb in Washington, where
the former president had purchased a house with the proceeds of the Nobel Peace Prize
he was awarded in 1919. Later, as his health declined, he would refer to himself as
“a broken piece of machinery.” Death came to claim Wilson for judgment on 3rd February
1924. As the funeral arrangements emerged, it became apparent that the deceased president
had stated that he did not wish to be buried in Arlington Cemetery. He also had not
requested a state funeral or to lie in state, but it was all to be a private family
ceremony and nothing more. Afterwards, his coffin was lowered into the prepared vault
of the Washington cathedral where it can be seen today.

At
the service, a lone soldier lifted a bugle to his lips and played taps in memory of
the late president and of those American soldiers who had been killed in a faraway
battlefield in war-torn Europe. Ironically, it was Wilson himself who had signed the
executive order to dispatch them to fight in what was called “the Kaiser’s war and
the war to end all wars.”

In
New York, vast crowds had assembled at the same time in Madison Square Gardens to
listen to assorted speakers and many tributes spoken in memory of the dead president
in the hushed crowd. In a soft hat, wet with New York’s rain, a small slim man looked
on. It was “Colonel” House. It seems he had not been invited to the funeral service
in Washington, perhaps on the orders of Mrs Wilson herself, or perhaps as someone
later remarked, it was for the best that he stayed away.

Like
so many politicians, Woodrow Wilson was a fool to believe he could eradicate all developing
coming wars. If he had read his Bible carefully (we are informed he read it daily),
then he should have remembered what is written in Matthew 24:6, where it warns quite
clearly: “And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars.” Somehow Wilson missed these
sacred wordsor maybe he thought he could do better. Ah, the vanity of men!

In
the 1930s, Sigmund Freud analysed Wilson in a paper that dealt with Wilson’s erratic
personality as well as his relationship with the ubiquitous “Colonel” House. The finished
lecture was withheld by the editors for immediate publication until after Mrs Edith
Wilson’s death, which took place in 1961. She was, in fact, at JFK’s inauguration
as the 35th American president and is herself interred in the cathedral vault with
her late husband. However, I have long been suspicious and sceptical of the musings
of both Freud and Carl Jung believing that it is self-indulgent from the patient’s
ego, not to mention lucrative for the therapist. The whole concept of the subconscious
influencing the conscious in our personal psyche can be delusional and dangerous.

Man
is born in sin and must co-exist in a fallen/depraved world. Long, expensive sessions
on a psychiatrist’s couch are unable to help him. Only the man or woman who repents
will be able to enter the spiritual world by being born again and inherit the coming
kingdom. Freud’s unnatural obsessions with the sexual aspect of our minds and Jung’s
dangerous searching for answers in the occult realm/new age ignore God’s design in
our lives. For the lost who are eternally condemned in sin and suffering, there is
no other way out except through and in the cross of Christ, which remains there for
all seeking sinners who have repented.

“It
is appointed to men once to die, but after this the judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).